Saturday, November 3, 2012

Mrs Marie

Hey All,  Everyone should be as fortunate to have someone, at sometime in their life, who contributes in a special way.  This post is hard to write as it causes a flood of emotion from the many  memories that are shown to me like a movie in my mind.  
     Mrs Marie came to be part of my life by chance.........maybe.  I was born and she was my guardian angel already at her post, living just across the street.  She had eight children of her own.........all of which she loves and cherishes dearly...........and they her. 
     My first memory of Mrs Marie comes from before I could speak.  It was the summer of 1962 and Mom put me out in the back yard and closed the gate. I was 18 months old.  Mom was busy with her new baby, Tommy, and the Beast was handful with his violent behavior.  Mrs Marie had her own babies to take care of, Flossie and Tony, at this time as well. It was hot! I don't know how long I was out there , but my diaper,  clothe with safety pins, was soaked.  It was uncomfortable and I tried to push it down to get it off, but the safety pins held.  I was thirsty, hot and I and started to fuss.  It wasn't long before I was outright wailing as I held on to the fence next to the gate.  How long I cried........I don't know, but it was quite awhile.  I watched the door waiting for mom to come and get me.........I kept waiting.  The longer I watched and waited, the  more panic I felt, the louder I wailed.  Still watching the door.........
     Wailing loudly, through my tears, I saw a head appear in the driveway.  That head became shoulders and legs as she walked up the sloping driveway..............Mrs Marie.  As she walked up the gate,  my crying became a whimper and she picked me up, asking me what was wrong. She  went to the backdoor, it was open and she walked in, calling for my mother.............. she was standing right there.  Mrs Marie checked my diaper and told mom it was soaked and that I needed a change..  She held me as she got me water....... which I gulped down, spilling some down my shirt, getting her shirt wet as well.  She commented on how thirsty I was.
    I wonder how long I would have had to cry before mom would come for me...........if Mrs Marie hadn't. She was standing in the kitchen...........she could see me...........she left me to sun and the heat.  I wonder if she me considered me to be like a annoying barking dog. This was the first time Mrs Marie rescued me............it wouldn't be the last.   This is a sad , but good thing.  That great lady has  a very special quality and an endless supply of love in her heart.............enough for anyone and everyone.  I may not be much...........but without Mrs Marie's love and example, I have no doubt that I wouldn't  be who I am today.  In her, I  found  an example of what a Mother and a person should be.  Sometimes watching them as a family, I felt  lonely and a sense of loss...........for what I would never have.  To be sure...........without Mrs Marie, I would have been lost. At critical times in my youth, she was the only mother I had.
     Mr Carmen Scalfaro had found a rare woman  for his wife.........he knew this, loved her and knew that God had blessed him. 
     Mrs Marie...................I can never properly express what I have inside for you.  You are a part of me as much as if you gave me birth.................surely you gave me a chance at life. You are one of Gods willing and ready angels.................I am thankful and blessed that you are one of mine. I Love You.
      Until Next Time..................God Bless.